The image of Mr. Zorro today is completely different from that of the thief back then.

A gentleman's hat is worn low almost to the nose, with only a few strands of dark blue hair exposed at the edge. The low-key but luxurious and decent clothing is reflected in the details. At first glance, he is a handsome nobleman.

It's just that what this guy did today was completely incompatible with this beautiful dress. After deviating from the bustling main road of Gablade, he kept walking into a remote alley.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was walking in such a hurry without looking back, Alvin would have thought that he had discovered him and was running in circles to avoid being tracked.

"What a mysterious guy."

However, to be cautious, Aiwen still distanced himself a little further, just hanging from a distance so as not to completely let him out of his sight.

After walking through five or six alleys that were so narrow that even a carriage couldn't enter, Alvin finally saw him stop at the entrance of an abandoned courtyard.

Although the location is remote and the buildings are old, the place is really big.

Judging from the mottled and broken decorations, this was once a place where every inch of land in the old city was at a premium, but now it has been abandoned for who knows how many years, and even all kinds of shrubs have grown up.

Standing at the door of the deserted house.

"Zorro" took out a black one-piece cloak from his small bag and put it on his body, then faced the locked latte art wrought iron door and walked directly in.

In a wave of water, the whole person disappeared without a trace, and the door that looked like it had been baptized by wind and rain seemed to not exist at all.

"Witchcraft? Illusion?"

Ivan walked out from his hiding place in the distance and observed carefully.

It wasn't until he got closer that his active mental power caught the lingering scent of witchcraft in the air.

A solidified permanent witchcraft has been cast here!

In fact, this place is only meant to shield ordinary people, but for extraordinary people, especially those with activated mental powers, it is as conspicuous as a bright light as long as they come within five meters.

No wonder this guy walked all the way without any sense of counter-reconnaissance. It turns out that this place is basically a semi-public place, and anyone who can find it can enter.

And after reading Leon's notes, Alvin, who is no longer a complete novice, already has a guess about where this place is.

"Luckily, I came to the pillow when I was really sleepy."

Ivan was a little glad that he was not wearing a military uniform today, but was wearing a casual coat with a hood. When the hood was pulled down, others could only see his chin.

Perfect!

Then he walked straight in, as if he had passed through a layer of flowing water, and the bustling sound instantly filled his ears.

"How much"

“Too expensive and the side effects are too great”

"Don't touch it if you don't want to buy it."

The various stalls and shops and the walking crowds made Aiwen instantly feel like he was in a lively market.

It's just that this market is a little different from other places.

The mysteriously dressed buyers and sellers, the deliberately low voices of conversation, the overall dark decoration, the various weird and even creepy products on the stalls, and the weird smell permeating everywhere all illustrate this place.

of weirdness.

In fact, this is indeed a market, but it is not a market for ordinary people, but a "crow market" that only serves extraordinary people!

Leon's notes contain records of the Crow Market. He himself was a frequent visitor and was active as a seller. Although the years and regions were different, they were essentially the same.

If Aiwen were to find an existence in the secular world to compare it with, it would be similar to the "ghost market" in the previous life. People gathered at sunset and dispersed at sunrise. No responsibility will be taken for anything bought and sold here after the market is gone.

Ivan felt that Mr. Zorro was his lucky star, so he sent him a pillow when he was dozing off. First he "sent" Leon's notes, and this time he "sent" a crow market.

, he is really a good person.

Ivan had to guess that this guy must also be a wizard, otherwise there would be no reasonable explanation for his strange behavior.

Noble, thief, peak-level trainee knight, wizard apprentice, with so many identities, Alvin became more and more interested in the secrets of Mr. "Zorro".

Although it's a little strange.

Why can this kind of existence, which is obviously the focus of attack by the church and the kingdom, appear openly in an important city like Gabraid? But Ivan has never been a person who gets to the bottom of things, and the deeper reason is not far from the fact that he has just entered the extraordinary world.

Newcomers to the world should explore it.

After remaining a little cautious, we officially walked into the market.

Entering the Crow Market for the first time, with a sense of novelty, I didn't care where "Zorro" went, just joined the crowd and wandered by myself.

"How much do these sweet tongues cost?"

Squatting in front of a stall selling medicinal herbs, Ivan pointed to a bundle of herbs with leaves that looked like sparrow tongues on the stall, and asked the stall owner in a deliberately lowered and disguised voice.

Glossula is the main ingredient in the Birdsong Potion, one of the three self-made potions recorded in Leon's notes. Although it is not a rare herb, of course you can't miss it if you encounter it here.

Originally, I was worried that frequent purchases of strange herbs would attract attention, and I wanted to avoid the limelight. But in a place like Crow Market, where everyone hides their identity, this worry no longer existed, and I left the Crow Market.

Once the hat is taken off, no one can recognize him.

"There are twenty in total. You can take both of the two golden lions." The stall owner, who also covered his head with a black hood, didn't even raise his head. A cold voice came from the shadow under the hood.

对摊主的态度不以为意,一路走过来大多数摊主都是这种爱买不买的欠揍德性,要是放到外面生意早就黄了,可在这里却是常态.

"Two silver bulls!" Ai Wen said calmly what he expected, but the price was cut off by two-thirds.

The stall owner looked up at Alvin.

At least Ivan did feel two cold eyes from behind his hood, and after a moment he said: "Take it away."

It’s still the same old well without waves.

"It's still too high!" Although Alvin had tried his best to overestimate the degree of evil in the Crow Market, looking at the stall owner's attitude, the price he quoted was still much higher than the stall owner's psychological price.

However, he didn't feel depressed at all. What he learned on paper was only his own experience.

What's more, a hundred years have passed, and if I remain trapped in the knowledge gained from Leon's records, I will still suffer losses later.

Afterwards, Alvin visited every stall, and except for some familiar medicinal herbs, he didn't even touch other strange-looking things.

It is very important to have good eyesight when shopping at the "Crow Market".

If you look at the antique market, you will lose some money at most. If you buy weird things of unknown origin here, it will be fatal!
Chapter completed!